Sir-Prize
Late to the doc
I ran the last block
Was about to enter
when right in the center
of the office
there she stood
my old flame
My brain went a-reelin'
the room spun around
I saw 'twarn't no use
to put my head down
and pretend it was over
'cos Lord knows it was not...
Twenty years later for lovers
just ain't a helluva lot
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